My light is like the morning dew it renews all in its path. The light is soft, sensual and needy only in the respect that its job description requires it to be so. When the day breaks and I pray to the creator I never forget to thank him for the light in my soul. Oneness is a beautiful gift to get when one turns to meet the light. There is neither loneliness, nor sorrow only a tomorrow blessing you anew ready to surf life’s rifts and tears. I give you a rose of old one with passion to receive that gift as yours and yours alone from the light within. Be forever blessed in the light of day and warmed in the darkness of tomorrow for all is under the watchful eye of the One and only light in the worlds universe, blessed are we to be his children.

Those who upset you most in life are your best teachers.  If confusion is in your head then that person has shown you that you still have work to do.  Learn that seeing your life is teaching, like a red lotus healing it's pain from the inner solitude, gain strength from your wounds. A good magician remembers the trail and takes a different one even if it is more difficult.  This way you build strength. Soar ever higher along the road less traveled and the Buddha sits awaiting the student to aide them in their growth.  The world is setting in Waite for the student to become the teacher.  The wings are most beautiful as well as strong. The Buddha waits as the student realizes that they are the Buddha reaching for the desire to become the student once again is a growth spin. Our bodies are just energy a currency to further our expanding natures.  When the trees become hard and unyeilding just sit and let them know that you will bend if they do and to breathe in strength and compromise.  Center the self in the glow of the growth of all that is in infinite abundance.

When the world changes and your being start's to glow you reflect on the new vision of the being on the horizon at the edge of your consciousness. There is an idea stocking and awaits your discovery with a creative spark to ignite the sacred painting of your life.  The eagles soar to spur you on to Illumination, take the responsibility and life will follow.  As I sit in silent contemplation of nothing, the void, the womb of life, I look for the answers to fall into my lap like a soft warm kitten to stroke knowing it is part of my being that needs love.  My subtle body glows with anticipation while my physical body yearns for the physical senses to be fulfilled.  My spirit soars above the heights known to man collecting a view of what it is I am searching for.  As I remember to feed my soul on a daily basis I drink from the fresh dew on the flower opening in my soul and know the answer is just that, an answer illuminated.  The answer then becomes no more than a t abounds. mirror with a view.  Darkness is then removed and light abounds.

Feelings change like the weather, they are cast on and off like a set of deeply cherished clothes.  We let them flow like rain, crash like lightening or just send rays of sun through the day.



Change can have unhappiness set in like a bad cold – one that goes through your body like the flu - sometimes it moves on.



When you hold tight to any one thing if smothers the burning flame- it needs air to breathe and fire to burn.  Passion yearns for a playground that’s receptive and kind.



Sand is blown freestanding, a forum of art – abrasive and crude somewhat self destroying much like the men and women of today.



Realities and time spent to build feelings in the dark is a misunderstood art, a facet in time.  Realities are fast and fleeting due to the minds weakness of our indecision.

How can you breathe?

When you speak that lie tasting so sweet?

Where is the truth or deceit?

While I sit at your feet,

Can you tell it well?

Or are you going straight to heck?

What are you really doing?

What’s the purpose to living?

If all you do is lie

And deceive another for selfish gain?

Why does the pain of another delight you so?

Don’t you know  what they must feel?

Your place of disgrace,

For you can’t hide it in your face?

The truth may hurt both you and me.

The lies never set you free

But the deceit kills off the  reality for me.

You are hurting me

So set me free.

Men, can’t live with them – can’t live without them.  So strong and firm, yet gentle and understanding on return.  Exciting but never bending – always curious with women.



Men where does the beast console his wounds – do they crawl away in the dark to lick the deepest cut or into a woman’s arms gently laying on her *******?  Hopefully  so, but maybe not.  Men also place their bruises upon the hands of the Maker while women gently sob tears into the night.



Men never give up being knightly, strong and rescuing the damsel in distress.  Sometime men just cause stress.



Gifts, love, uncertainty, cuddling, nested in the strong arms are a woman torn, broken, bent beyond reproach.  Her heart goes limp, she sighs.



Men are always ready with the first aid kit and those soft, smothering kisses and long, lost, longing eyes.

How do we accept all parts of self without understanding?



You are in every person who is next to you and the acceptance of what they have to share is what I call (a) the lower self and (b) the higher self.



Where does self love and surrender come in?  Answer…..



It is allowing the lower self to react and letting the higher self understand, all the while loving the lower self and continual compassion to both halves of the whole.



You need to keep regard to kindness and unconditional response without attachment, harm, anger or fear.



When allowing the higher self to lovingly guide self of the lower nature towards better understanding without judgment, expectation or demands.



Upon writing this, my spirit makes my heart sing.  Gladness letting an ole friend surface to speak to me.  Relationships are wrong and sometimes right…when relationships make you violate, the true inner desires you have a terrible use of inner energy of self.  It’s to be left alone.



Strength comes when you take on a challenge to aide your lower self under the highways of understanding.  This is usually through acceptance of the same universal standards.



Power comes when part (a) and (b) work like a well oiled machine and deeply know the overall value of self’s worth.



Reaching for the higher self and ones true path won’t appear until you burn the brush from under your pouch – to garden the walk ways with eternal beauty is a blessing divine.